YOU'VE BEEN HIT BY A SMOOTH CRIMINAL

She was aware of a soft growl behind her, and abandoned her torment of the mouse, looking upwards to see nothing. Her nose told her that a man lurked close, and something in the air told her that he wasn't up for a chat amongst friends. Standing, she padded towards the scent and was soon met with a pale man who stood much shorter than her. She grinned down at him, the smile curving her lips to bare truly formidable pearl razors. "Can I help you with something?" She asked, her voice calm and smooth, undertones flashing warning signs in bright lights. Long tail would sweep across her tall heels like a pendulum, crimson optics fixed upon the face of the strange man. He clearly was not in a playful mood, there was something in his icy blue eyes that spoke of a hunger for bloodshed.